Regular hunting season ends tomorrow evening at dusk. It’s the same refrain that I’ve been using this time of year, for years. This is, no one is happier than me. I have no respect for ATV hunters, none at all. And it bothers me further that they get the nicest month of the year in which to kill animals. But enough. Best to move on to the events of the day.

I don’t even remember how the day began. Wait. Yes I do. I took both dogs for a walk. Ryder is doing better than I thought she’d do on Prednisone. She’s eating quite a bit and seems a bit more alert.

Her coat is dull and she’s still sleeping a great deal. And she pees when and where she pleases, a great deal. But I am getting to spend time with her.

Onward, to the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. I got there at 11:00 a.m. or thereabouts and made a beeline for the back room, where I worked for two hours. It did not seem, when I returned to the former banquet room, as though I had got much done. Tomorrow, I think, will be a better day.

Pete soon showed up with a truckload of boxes. He unloaded five boxes at the hotel and took the rest to U-Haul. Just enough for tomorrow’s volunteers. Then Leslie showed up, and then Calle, our Friday volunteer. We all worked on various things, me on taking books out of boxes on the nonfiction shelf and reshelving them, and Calle cleaning fiction books and Leslie categorizing backlogged children’s books. Pete went home and took care of the animals because we both had an evening engagement.

This was a wedding rehearsal, for two friends who were getting married tomorrow. They are both over 80 years old. The bride is a dance instructor. The groom is a former IT specialist and professor at nearby Mat-Su College.

It’s a disco wedding. Pete is in it. It appeared as though Pete, along with the five other grooms dudes, was going to have to sing an inane disco song (the wedding has a disco theme). During rehearsal, it became apparent that all involved were going to have to sing this song, so Pete needn’t have worried about learning it.

The wedding, which is tomorrow morning, is going to take place in the bride’s back yard. There are a handful of shelters which are situated in a quasi-forest setting. Sharon collects stuff, good stuff, so there is a decorative element to this.

I watched all involved, bridesmaids, groomsmen, preacher, a videographer, and whatnot, rehearse three times. I was really impressed because, quite obviously, the bride knew how to orchestrate people. Her orders were specific and clear – and though Pete disagrees, I found this to be a complicated routine.

After rehearsal, we went out to dinner at Ginger and Basil restaurant. They serve oriental food. The bride and groom stood and talked extemporaneously. The food, served buffet style, was slow in coming.

Home at 10:30 p.m. I am glad that I don’t have to go back tomorrow. I’m sure it all will go just fine.

Next: 256. 9/26/26: Dusk